MiPo Poetry Board Best of 2002

Until Castro Buys Me Dancing Shoes

"I won’t repent", Siboney said,
for la música can't stop wars
in the heaven of conquistadors.

          Dance the night through in mamey red;
          if a bull sees me, I am dead.

Men choose from breasts in a row curbside.
Las jineteras will provide

          all the love that money can buy.
          On timbale wings, their street feet fly

muchachas from the countryside.


I left my abuela the day I bled.
No ration cards, I wanted more
to buy things from the dollar store.

          Dance the night through in woman’s red;
          lie for him on the softest bed.

"Salsa for the revolution,
then you'll need no absolution."

          But with the money love can buy,
          on timbale wings, our street feet fly

far away from retribution.


From my seawall, no tears are shed.
Sadness drops from the poet’s pen;
guitarras dulces say amen.

          Dance the night through in mamey red;
          if caught once more, I'd best be dead.

"Choose me" - I trill my small bird's song,
'me muero por ti' all night long

          for choices tourist cash can buy.
          On timbale wings, my street feet fly

to a punto guajiro dawn.

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